Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
AZ,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.